Romans & histoires White Bird

Estella replied back changing the topic. “Indeed, and they are called birds of heaven. The ones which are red in color. And those, the blue ones, they are always in a pair, and they are called birds of soul.” Valor said explaining Estella about those birds, and continued with a question, “Haven’t you ever seen them, Estella? Or Don’t tell me, you just see the animals which you hunt!!” He raised his eyebrows and earned a hard glare from her side. She punched his forearm softly warning,

Suddenly I heard, "Wheee-aw! a bird sound. "what's a bird doing in this God's forsaken place." I tried my best to get rid of my blurry vision but I could not. I peer harder through the darkness and I saw someone lying in the middle of the dark storm with a bird close to it. The bird was rubbing its small feathered head on him. with the speed of lightning I crawl faster to the place "Dylan, thank goodness!" I said with excitement. the excruciating pain seems to not bother me anymore. I moved him and place him on my back, The bird flew and stood in front of me. "Wheee-aw!, wheee-aw!!, whee-aw!!!," it makes a consistent sound nonstop.

A lone magpie perched on the sill, one wing hanging awkwardly, its feathers ruffled and dulled. Her mouth softened into a faint smile. "Well, aren't you beautiful," she whispered. "So you're the one causing all this trouble?" Still, she glanced beyond the bird, scanning the yard below. Empty, no shadows, no footsteps, no sign of anyone who might have knocked.... So strange. She returned her gaze to the magpie. Its plumage shimmered faintly in her favourite colour. black as midnight and white as new snow. She eased the window open and gently scooped the trembling creature into her hands.

David Riches, the skipper shouted, puffing thoughtfully on the stump of a hand-rolled cigarette. And there she was. Three hundred feet of sheer black cliff streaked with white, rising out of the straight sea in front of us. Almost in that same moment, as the mist cleared, splinters of sunlight fell through the fissures in the cloud and the glistening rock was thrown into an instant projection of sharply contrasting light and shade. I saw what looked like snow blowing in a steady stream from the peak before I realized that the snowflakes were birds. Fabulous white birds with blue-black wingtips and yellow heads, a wingspan of nearly two metres. Gannets. T

I walk on a cut path through the field to the coop and on occasion will startle a pair of quail from the grasses and delight in watching the way they waddle run to the next hiding spot. I hear the starlings chirps and whistles. Their feathers a stunningly black iridescent speckled with rainbow hued white and brown. During the heat of the summer their beaks are a stark yellow, long with a sharp point. When I have a moment to steal away, I love laying in the fields watching the large flocks of starlings make shapes in the sky.

Just as we were about to move, Eira suddenly spoke. “I might have a way to help,” she said. We all looked at her. “I can summon a Spirit Bird to guide us.” “It’s a small spirit creature formed from magic energy. It looks like a tiny warbler, but it can fly much higher and faster than a normal bird. If I send it ahead, it can watch the skies and warn us if the weather starts to change.” The idea caught everyone’s attention. Still, I couldn’t help feeling uneasy.. “Are you sure that little spirit bird will be alright?” I asked, glancing up at the sky. “The weather up here changes too fast. What if a snowstorm or hail suddenly rolls in? Will it be able to get away before things get bad?”

A loud shout suddenly emanated from Jade Dragon Mountain, startling everyone and drawing their attention. The sound was so powerful it seemed to make the entire mountain roar like a dragon. Shrouded in mist, the mountain now appeared to part the clouds, radiating a brilliant light. In the midst of this brilliance, a pale figure grew closer, starting as a white dot, then transforming into a white streak, and finally becoming a massive white mythical bird-like creature. "Daniel Yarrow!" some people shouted.

She couldn’t find any, so she kept swimming closer. She finally stopped swimming closer when she discovered the thing that was glowing. She was frightened by the enormous sleeping bird that was curled up into a ball. The bird was a mixture of red, yellow, and white. Its’ wings were made of fire. She wondered how the bird could be underwater when it was made of fire.

I looked at him confused. "It means we've sealed our bond." He chuckled, pulling me to lay my head against his chest, "Though, I am curious why mine is white. I would have assumed blue since all Water Fae have some shade of blue in their wings." My body tensed as his words brought forth the memory of my Father's words earlier in the night. My wings were a pale white, there was no blue. Mikah's had been the same. We had never questioned why they were different from the rest of our clan. No one had ever made it seem abnormal.

not so are the birds that surrounded the blood then. “There are two groups of mourning birds the first group consists of owls while the second group consists of different birds. The second one is the birds that recognize the normal wolves and they use their feet and wings but I do not know how they use that. Whereas the owl group lurks in the sky and indicates the death of a high wolf” he added. “Do these birds recognize ordinary humans?” he shook his head.